Han Zhuoling laughed in anger and said resignedly, "I know. I'm just reminding you now that you're not a kid anymore."
Shi Xiaoya had not yet recovered when she got carried into her bedroom downstairs. It was very near and convenient.
Han Zhuoling placed her down on the bed. When he pressed down on her, he even said sentimentally, "It's really quite convenient to have bedrooms above and below."
Shi Xiaoya: "…"
Han Zhuoling pressed his forehead against Shi Xiaoya's forehead and chuckled lightly. "Now it really feels real that we're living together."
Shi Xiaoya did not expect that Han Zhuoling also felt the same way.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around Han Zhuoling's neck. "This is really good."
She could see him every day.
The first thing she'd see when she opened her eyes would be him.
The last thing she'd see before she closed her eyes would also be him.
Every day would feel so secure.
